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Saturday, August 2, 2008

I understand I created Dented Hearts to inspire me, perhaps so I would write more and realise I was put on Earth to write. However, I also understand that that didn't happen. I feel bad for this chunk of webspace not being used, so I have decided to hereby close down Dented Hearts, and run this instead, which is a mixture of both my poetry and prose. As such, this will be my last post on Dented Hearts. So, maybe you should change all of your links to Dented Hearts to http://anonymoosey.wordpress.com.

Sorry about everything, especially if you are one of the very few who visited Dented Hearts moderately frequently only to see I had not submitted anything in a very long time, but hopefully, this new beginning will change all of that.

Hopefully. :D

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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

I owe you a looooot of attention. :p

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Monday, November 20, 2006

Title: Beautiful Oblivion
No. of words: 726
Notes: I wrote this for the Borneo Bulletin last year, along with a review for the movie, Infection. It had a limit of 720 words, which explains the seemingly abrupt ending. The review was put in, leaving Beautiful Oblivion to stay on my computer, whatever fate that would lead to. Anyway, I think Anne Rice is shown quite clearly as some inspiration for this piece.

It felt like I had been clumsily walking along the same imperfectly-paved road over and over again and yet, it was a street of unfamiliar existence, bordered by big, branchy trees leaning over me. I was quite certain they were going to reach out and hold me suspended in mid-air, but with the little sanity I so vaguely possessed, I realized that it was just not possible. So, I forced myself to walk on further, not knowing how I got there or where I was going. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay there forever, using my theory that the road had to lead somewhere.

As the seconds merged into minutes, and the minutes into hours, I became frustrated with the fact that there was no sign of civilization anywhere in sight. Disturbed, I looked up at the sky, now dark with thick, black clouds, and felt the first raindrop land on my cheek. Within a second, that one raindrop was streaming down my face and I was surrounded by millions of droplets falling heavily around me.

Thinking as fast as I could, I dashed for cover under the scantily-leaved trees and as I did so, I remembered the stories my grandmother used to tell me of vampires that, when in bat form, hang in trees patiently, waiting for their prey of human beings, whose veins overpoweringly flow with blood. With that, a chill ran up my spine and I figured the trees were no longer the safest place to shelter.

Forgetting my worry of getting wet and sick, I surrendered my cover of tree branches and continued walking down the road. Not long after, the rain mellowed into a mere drizzle and the heavens cleared, leaving a full moon to illuminate the path before me. Abruptly, a figure flew passed me, then drowned in the dark of the trees. Was it a bat? I couldn’t be sure. Then, once again, the blurred image soared passed and I confirmed that yes, it was a bat.

"Lost are we?" came a gentle voice from behind me. Startled, I turned around to face a handsome man with wavy hair and the most wonderful facial features. I was stunned and I almost envied him for all his perfections. He was tall and rather intimidating, but I gathered up the courage to answer that he was indeed correct. He then asked if I had a place to stay the night and sustained by saying he lived down the road and that I was welcome to sleep there if I wished so. I was confused and cold. Not to mention, ashamed because I was standing in front of this magnificent being, soaked in rain water – not my best appearance. I accepted his invitation. After all, what harm could it do?

The man later told me his name was Tarquin and he lead me to his house which I shortly found out was more of a mansion than a house. It was gorgeous, with obvious Greek architectural influences and pillars that seemed to reach up to the skies. I should have expected it; the most beautiful being would certainly deserve the most ideal abode.

I was about to enter the residence when Tarquin grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to face him. I watched with a look of blank astonishment on my face as his teeth elongated into fangs. He was a mythical vampire! He grasped my neck and pierced my skin with his, now, fangs. I began feeling faint as he sucked the crimson blood from my veins but before I succumbed to my sweet oblivion, he asked me to drink his blood, saying it was the only way I would live again. I did as he said and then sleep defeated me.

I awoke in an unknown bed sweating, paralyzed with horror and puzzled by what I thought had just happened. I took my right hand and felt my neck. Undeniably, there they were. The two punctures were right where I remembered them being. Quite surprisingly, a sudden yearning for life-filled blood overwhelmed me. What exactly had happened to me?

With time, Tarquin helped me accept what I had become and I went with him night after night, sleeping at daytime, forced to be an immortal leech forever, waiting in treetops for my next 'innocent victim'.

6:44 PM

I don't use titles.

Well, hello.

I'm Moosey, the writer of Broken Smile and Rant-filled empty box. Seeing as I've started doubting my abilities and whatnot, I've decided to slap myself a few times and get serious; test myself once again in the areas I thought were my strongest, just to see where I'll be able to go. If writing doesn't work out for me then I guess I'm pretty much fucked since that was the only thing I believed I was relatively good at. See, I've had this dream in my head that I could be a awesome journalist when I grow up. Then, certain happenings had to occur, and certain people had to say certain things, making me confused and discouraged, and...

Why am I telling you all this? All you need to know is that this is where I'll post my original stories from now on.

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